An extra dose of all the good stuffs that I had yesterday
A cake with extra sprinkles on top
A coffee with a dust of cinnamon
Or a hug that is a little bit tighter.

My mind is like a Sunday morning in a weekend farmer’s market. Alive, chaotic and beautiful.

There is no fate in love only choice
Dont’t love me from afar
Don’t be the stars
Be its light
That moves in speed
And ends in every tip of me.

I remember the rain
the feels
how I love it.

I remember that many rainy
afternoons with you
how I love it.

I remember you
how I’ve loved you.

That day I cut my hair I felt nothing. I stare and stare at the mirror waiting for anything, for something, but nothing's came. It was empty. I was empty. I know I've felt this before over something or someone, but whatever the case maybe, I always run out of it like a child, barefooted, carried by the wind, light as a feather. Free.